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It had been a rather slow day in Castle Town for all of the Darkeners- no one quite bothered with doing anything besides lazing about. The muffled music from several shops could be heard alongside people talking about nothing important. Despite how sluggish it may have been, the atmosphere was relatively pleasant and nobody seemed to be moody- nobody except for two obnoxious, worn out, washed up, and quite frankly USELESS Castle Town residents.
“Get OUT of my ROOM, you THING.”
“GIVE [[For Him and Her!]] BACK TO ME, YOU DAMNED [CRT]!”
Somewhere in the walls of Ralsei’s castle, which housed several important figures and people, were Mr. (Ant) Tenna and the infamous Spamton G. Spamton. With their considerably rocky and all around shitty past of copious arguments, divorces that did not happen legally but rather mentally, and trust-ending phone calls, it was to no one’s shock that the two would argue so much. In fact, the only shocking part of this mess was that for some illogical reason…the two twits had decided to reunite and patch things up. Unfortunately, fixer-uppers do not happen overnight, and everyone now had to suffer the consequences.
“I’m not handing over MY precious daughter to you- YOU left us!” Tenna stepped away from the morbidly disgusting puppet jumping at his legs, holding one singular blue Pipis high out of harm's way. He had been very protective of it since the return of Spamton, that dreaded thing, and did whatever he could to keep it safe.
“I’M THE [[2 For 1 Deal!!!]] THAT [[Made in China]] IT, IT’S MINE-” Spamton latched onto one of Tenna’s legs like a bug, crawling his way up. This earned him a disgusted “EW” from the taller man and a prompt “thwack” to the head, falling to the floor painfully.
“Well I’m the one who RAISED her!” Tenna pushed Spamton away again with his foot, adding onto his sentence with “And don’t call her an ‘it’, she’s a girl- you’d know that if you weren’t an absent father!”
Spamton sat up on his knees, clasped his hands together, and let out the single most obnoxious wail you could ever imagine (this is a grown man, mind you.) He looked up with his slightly crooked glasses and bent nose, droning on about how the Pipis rightfully belongs to him- how he practically COINED the thing!
“I’LL OFFER YOU A [DEALS] FOR IT- HER, [For Her]! JUST GIVE ME [[A Moment Of Your Time]]!”
“It's a no, mailman, I have things to do…” Tenna turned around on his heel and faced away from the unfortunate mess of a man groveling on his floor. Spamton sighed with annoyance, throwing his hands upwards.
“FINE, FINE, FINE!!!!! KEEP YOUR [[Stupidest Fails]] KID! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR [You]! BUSINESS DOESN’T WAIT FOR ANY [[One Time Offer]]!”
With such a rude statement, the little mailman began to make his way out of the room- not before Tenna kicked him like a football all the way to his door. Another thud, creak to the nose, and slight crack in his lens added to the poor souls' day. Luckily for everyone including the reader, Spamton did not bother fighting back with anything but a shake of the fist, opening the door and making his exit swift.
Ending Notes,,,
ok so i've quickly figured out that the formatting on here is kinda different than on Docs, so it looks a lot stupider 😭 when i read and write, its easier for me to have everything really spaced out so i apologize for that brah